Round 2

This time, Chloe just stands back in a defensive stance, not willing to engage with you. She glances at the clock, probably praying that the class is almost over, and that's when you strike. You charge forward and grab her arm. Chloe tries to step back and out of bounds but you pull her back in. Pivoting, you get behind her and grab her from behind. One hand covers her mouth while the other gropes her breast.

"I know, this isn't really a wrestling move," you whisper in her ear. "But I'd rather not put you in a **** hold. I think this will be more enjoyable for us both, but I leave that up to you." You kiss her gently on the neck and shoulders, taking in her scent - a mixture of her perfume and perspiration. "Nod if you don't want me to switch to a **** hold, and you agree not to scream."

Chloe considers for a moment, moaning into your hand as you squeeze her boob, before nodding. You release her mouth and grab her other breast, massaging them gently. She grabs your wrists and makes a show of trying to pull them away. Leaning against you she moans softly. "Oh Jack..."

"Hey, what's going on over there?" Mr. Johnson shouts.

"Sorry, we gotta finish this," you whisper. You step to the side and place one foot behind hers. Then, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her backwards, you bring her to the ground. You're on top of her in an instant. As you pin her beneath you, your hand darts between her parted legs. You plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, and she thrashes beneath you, biting her lip to stop from screaming. Mr. Johnson stares at the pair of you for a few more seconds, but from his vantage point he can't see what you are doing. It must look like you just continued wrestling, and Chloe is squirming to get out of your pin. He turns away to watch another pair of wrestlers.

You continue finger fucking the beautiful blonde, and soon her pussy clenches around your fingers as you bring her to orgasm.